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Heaven-kissing

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
  1. Heaven-kissing
    (Shak.) kissing or touching, as it were, the sky
Etymology

Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary A.S. heofon; not to be conn. with heave.

Usage in the news

After the first date from heaven, the cutie you've been crushin' on leans in for a kiss . girlslife.com

WHERE THE MAYAN HEAVENS KISS THE SANDS. nymetroparents.com

Usage in literature

I kissed my little boy good night; and he slept peacefully, dreaming of fields of glory, as Jacob dreamed and saw a heavenly vision. "The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866" by Various

Had it been so, wherefore did I not spring to those heavenly lips with tears and never-ending kisses? "Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 11" by Various

A beating heart beneath his; a lithe young form under his hand, warm lips to his kisses, ... Merciful Heaven! "The Light of Scarthey" by Egerton Castle

By heaven, I must kiss those ripe lips! "City Crimes" by Greenhorn

Then he gathered a kiss in his finger tips and flung it to the heavens. "IT and Other Stories" by Gouverneur Morris

Yet she kissed one, and showered heavenly smiles on both. "Robert Orange" by John Oliver Hobbes

I would kiss Judith, by Heaven! "The Cruise of the Shining Light" by Norman Duncan

If old or indolent, take your station on a heaven-kissing hill, and hug the echoes to your heart. "Recreations of Christopher North, Volume I (of 2)" by John Wilson

Had it been so, wherefore did I not spring to those heavenly lips with tears and never-ending kisses? "Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 57, No. 353, March 1845" by Various

Good Heavens, if I give up my whole being to you, do you mean to say you're not going to think anything of kissing dozens of men? "Carnival" by Compton Mackenzie

Usage in poetry
A placid lily was the face,
A sad pale rose the mouth I kissed
That morn, when filled with Heaven's own grace
She passed into the mist.
Whose weary feet knew not the bliss
Of dance by jocund reed;
Who never dallied at a kiss!
If heaven refuses her, life is
A tragedy indeed!
They longed, instead, your lips to kiss;
Their wish, though vain, was clear;
They fondly thought they would by this
Make sure of heaven here.
Once o'er the Jordan's silver billows
Fond kissed with thee the Eastern sun?
Have the grim gales 'neath starry heavens
Swept over thee from Lebanon?
But when I kissed her name, I saw,
Above the dear, dead maid, A starry flower of tender blue,
A bit of heaven, shining through
The leaves upon her grave!
Do you not know the boundless bliss
Which follows true love's lightning kiss;
For, in that hour with heaven above,
Your cheeks, your mouth received my love.